Sinner Or Saint Poem by Audrey Marie Kay
Sinner Or Saint
the tissue of my heart being wripped at thier seams
i dont know where to start
i dont know who to be
call me a sinner.
dub me a saint
i know in my soul im niether
the nerves of my body being stunned at thier ends
i cant say who i am
i cant say ill give in
i am not a sinner
nor am i a saint
i know in my soul my heart aches
the blood of my wounds being drained at all costs
i wont care what is done
i wont care how its lost
who can name sinners
what makes them saints
i know in my soul
i know in my heart
i know in my nerves
i feel it through my vains
drained with my blood
all my names
sinner... or saint
being lost in this game
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4/23/2024 4:39:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Neither you are a sinner nor a saint, if possible read my poem the religious books are written in exile in fear and to have a check human beings. Ofcourse, keep your mind healthy, whom you love love him from heart do not put hurdles, when you like to fly high with other you fly high, have a nice day dear friend.